Arendelle Elementary
by snitchhazel570
Summary: Elsa had originally planned to start a new, better life with her son Olaf. She just wasn't expecting to find his elementary teacher so attractive. Elsanna AU, not icest.
1. Chapter 1

**Arendelle Elemetary**

Title: Arendelle Elementary

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: T

Warnings: Elsanna (not incest) fem!Slash

Disclaimer: Frozen and all affiliated brands and characters are not my property. The following characters are not based off of anyone I know. The views of the characters are not necessarily my views. Locations mentioned are used purely for geographical reasons and are not an accurate reflection of the real places.

A/N: Hello everyone, I decided to tackle an elsanna headcanon I saw on the tumblr page a while ago. I couldn't find the link to it, but it was about Elsa being a single mom and Anna an elementary school teacher. I thought it was super adorable. Expect fluff. (and if you know what I'm talking about, please send me the link. Please).

This should be the first of many chapters. Enjoy.

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The trunk of the car shut close with a loud thud—louder than she had been expecting. She shut her eyes and winced at the sound before quickly looking up at her name being called.

"Mommy, are you ok?" She could barely see the top Olaf's head as he strained to look at her over the back seat of the car. His brow furrowed with worry in a way that resembled her expression a bit too much.

She walked around the car and got in the back seat so she could finish buckling him in, her smile never leaving her face. "Yes, snowflake. I just put a little too much muscle into it"

"It's because you're super strong, mommy! You're the strongest mommy in the entire world!" He threw his arms to his sides, just barely missing her face, and stretched them as much as he could. "You're this strong, mommy. You see? Mommy, mommy—look at me. You're this strong, see?"

She giggled lightly at his actions and hummed her affirmation as she leaned in to place a kiss on his head. She tried to comb away the blond mess of hair with her fingers even though she knew that as soon as she turned around it would go back to its unruly state. She got up from her seat and exited the car to give her son a last look before sitting in the front.

She couldn't help but smile as she took in the whole scene: her son, now almost six years old, sat in the back of the car looking up expectantly at her while hugging his favorite toy—a snowman—to his chest. She couldn't believe that at one point she had thought of her beautiful boy as an accident, as a curse. It was ironic, really. She had thought that being pregnant at such a young age would ruin her life, destroy her future, when in reality he had saved her.

It had been hard, yes. Being pregnant at 18 was no piece of cake, especially when her parents were under constantly under the public eye. She was, after all, Elsa Snowden, daughter of Senator Snowden of Maine. He had always made sure that his image was intact, and that meant that his family had to be completely perfect. Her dad had entered the political career early on in his life and become Senator immediately after her grandfather had left his place.

From an early age she had attended the best catholic schools in the state and received private lessons in every field her father thought would look good, ranging from piano to French and Spanish. Her mama, on the other hand, was the picture of the perfect wife. Always standing next to him, or a step behind if attention was given solely to him. She had been the daughter of another wealthy family and so she too had been raised with the same standards. She was so reserved but so polite. The people of Maine had grown to love her and respect her. There was no other woman in Maine like her—even the wife of the Governor thought so.

Her father, however, had been the true center of attention. She had always admired him; he was truly flawless. She had no idea how a man could be so impeccable—the way he greeted the people at the republican rallies, how genuinely he smiled, laughed, and shook hands with everyone around him. The passion in his speeches would earn him cheers and applause long before he was done, even if he was quick to silence them with just a small wave of his hand. To Elsa he was the very definition of a leader—"the future president" her mama would say to her as she tucked her in at night after her nana had retired to her chambers.

She had come to accept his political beliefs as reality. No to welfare—if people truly worked hard then they could easily support themselves and their families. Gun control? If guns were outlawed then how were people supposed to protect themselves? Contraception for women—what? Should people's tax money honestly be spent giving women the chance to have sex with as many men as they could? Gay marriage… well that one had hit closer to home.

She had been a freshman in high school when she began to have her first suspicions that she was, well, lesbian. She had been transferred to a new catholic college preparatory after rumors surfaced that her female physical education teacher was married to a woman. That was the first time she had heard of the idea of women being with other women. Apparently her parents had done a good job at shielding her from anything that was not deemed "appropriate" by them. When she had tried to inquire further on the subject during a family dinner her father had promptly stopped her and sent her up to her room, later that night her mother had kindly told her to not ask about it anymore.

Up to that point she hadn't expressed any real interest in boys. She wasn't the most attractive girl in the school, but a couple had shown interest when asking her to the dance or a movie after school. Her father had been particularly fond of one boy who had been rather persistent.

Hans Southers had been her classmate since she had been in kindergarten. His father, Congressman Southers, and her dad had been close allies since before her father had even considered becoming a senator. She knew their family well: growing up they had shared some Thanksgiving dinners and her family had even joined the Southers during election nights to see the results on TV.

She didn't like Hans, but her dad had adored him from the very beginning. He was the youngest of 13 brothers (apparently sluts were not the only ones who needed contraception) yet not even the lack of attention from his parents and older siblings had prevented him from turning into a jerk. To say the least, he was the guy that was used to getting what he wanted—his father had bought him his position of soccer captain and school president. Up until high school, when he transferred schools along with Elsa, she had been the only thing (or in this case person) that Hans had yet to get his hands on.

No, Elsa had been more entertained on the idea of being with Belle. Elsa had never been a very talkative child. She preferred to keep to herself, sit at the back of the classroom, and only speak when spoken to. Her dad always encouraged her to socialize, make friends, but her fear of saying something she shouldn't, to ruin her father's image, had turned her into a bit of an ice queen. All of that went out the window the moment she saw Belle.

She was a year older than Elsa, and, like her name suggested, she was beautiful.

Elsa had first seen her in the library one day during lunch and they quickly became friends after Belle started up a conversation with Elsa about classic literature. Soon enough they became inseparable. They shared their first kiss in the back of that same library where they first met and continued secretly seeing each other until that fateful day at the end of Elsa's junior year when Hans had run to Elsa's dad and told him everything. She ended her relationship with Belle that same day under the pretense that Belle was now going off to college and the idea of a long distance relationship didn't sit well with her. She never found out how Hans had discovered her secret. Elsa's dad didn't speak to her for the rest of the summer.

That was exactly how Elsa found herself agreeing to finally date Hans. She had gone into her father's study two weeks into her senior year of high school—tired of being ignored all summer—and broken the news to him that she had cured herself of those sinful thoughts. Never breaking eye contact with her shoes, she had told him that she had found the error in her ways and had instead discovered that she liked boys—that she liked _Hans_. Her father stood up from his chair, approached her, and gave her a semi-encouraging pat on the back. The contact had been enough of an incentive to continue her relationship with Hans for as long as she did.

Ironically, Hans had been the one to end it. Getting in bed with him had been, of course, his idea. She had only rejected his advances the first couple of times, finally conceding around the third or fourth only to reassure herself that she did, in fact, like him. Getting pregnant, on the other hand, had never been part of the plan and Hans—oh Hans had a bright future ahead of him. _How inconsiderate of you to put him in this situation_,_ Elsa_. Marriage was out of the question from the beginning and abortion had been but a faint whisper in the back of Elsa's mind. She brought up the idea of carrying the baby to full term and giving it up for adoption but Mr. Southers quickly shut it down. "No child carrying my blood will end up in an orphanage" he said.

The solution had been simple: remove Elsa from the public eye, make up a story of how she was sent to finish her education in England, hire the best tutors in the area and their secrecy, and keep her and her bastard child at home where no one could ever see her or the shame she had brought to the family.

The Southers offered to pay for the expenses of the baby but Elsa's dad rejected the offer accepting full blame and responsibility for the mistake made. She hadn't seen Hans after that, and her parents had decided it was better for them to move closer to the state capital—for political reasons, of course.

Those were the circumstances in which Olaf was born.

Elsa would be lying if she said she had loved him from the beginning. She had been small and fragile and Elsa had been completely terrified with the idea that he was her sole responsibility. How was she supposed to take care of a baby when she didn't even know who she was—she had found herself in this situation _because_ she didn't know who she was, goddamnit.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the baby had actually _liked_ her. He had given her a smile—not one out of commitment, or politeness, or even pity, but a real, genuine, happy smile. She had no idea what to do with that. She just knew she liked it. She liked it a lot.

Before she knew it, she was making weird faces, and jumping, and dancing, and singing, andrunning—_actually running—_just so she could see Olaf smile.

Olaf laughed, partly covering his smile with his snowman. "What are you smiling about, mommy?"

"Oh, nothing" she said, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek one last time before closing the back door of her car and sitting behind the wheel. "I'm just excited for our trip to our new house."

"Me too! I'm really excited for the longer summers. I like snow a lot, but I like summer even more! And I can't believe I actually get to go to a real school with other kids! Can you believe it, mommy? I'm going to have so many friends. I can't wait to see what it looks like, Arradale Elementary—"

"Arendelle Elementary"

"Arradale Elementary! I'm so excited!"

"Me too, Olaf. Me too."

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A/N: So as you probably noticed, there was absolutely no Anna there. This chapter is just basically an introduction to everything that's going on with Elsa. The story will be from her point of view completely.

Let me know what you think: review, PM me, or follow me on tumblr (I'm under the same name, link is on my profile page if you don't find it)!


	2. Chapter 2

**Arendelle Elementary**

Title: Arendelle Elementary

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: T

Warnings: Elsanna (not incest) fem!Slash

Disclaimer: Frozen and all affiliated brands and characters are not my property. The following characters are not based off of anyone I know. The views of the characters are not necessarily my views. Locations mentioned are used purely for geographical reasons and are not an accurate reflection of the real places.

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"Mommy, mommy look!" Olaf shouted as he pulled at Elsa's hand and pointed at yet another picture on the wall. He looked at her, his face was absolutely beaming with joy.

Elsa returned his smile and nodded slightly, her frown quickly reappearing as soon as she looked up.

There was something unnerving about the hallway; the lighting was poor and the floor was sticky. She had also almost slipped when she stepped on a stray coloring pencil.

Or perhaps it was the fact that she had not been in a school for as long as Olaf had been with her, much less an elementary school. The memories of playtimes spent on her own and partner-less fieldtrips where she was forced to hold hands with the teacher instead of a classmate came crashing down all at once. She swallowed hard before taking another step.

She had reconsidered delaying Olaf's first day of "real" school for at least another week—or year. In fact, she had spent the entire previous night internally debating if public school was even a good idea to begin with. She had not been able to fall asleep until the early hours of the morning, about an hour before Olaf had barged into her bedroom, backpack in hand, and jumped atop of her asking her to please wake up already. "The sky's awake so I'm awake!" he had said while trying to pry her eye open with his tiny fingers.

Except Elsa wasn't awake, or ready, for that matter. She just had never liked elementary school.

And now here she was, lost inside of one.

Now, Elsa considered herself to be a fairly smart person. After all, she had been the one to orchestrate her and Olaf's move to another state. Without the help, or knowledge, of her father—thank god for that—she had managed to find a job that would best allow her to apply her knowledge in business administration, a nicely-priced home where she and Olaf could live comfortably, and a school a few blocks away from that home for Olaf. Shortly after filling out all of the registration forms she had even realized that said school also offered an afterschool care program, which had been quite a bonus.

Under strict orders from her father, she had spent the last five years of her life learning, and then teaching herself, everything she could about the way the economy worked and its effects on individual corporations and vice versa. If given a couple of hours she could memorize and work with the infrastructure of any business.

On top of that she had grown increasingly interested in computer science and software programming. She had even secretly studied and received a degree in the field.

Forget that, she had kept her son alive and breathing for those five years. She had taught him how to walk and talk and read. She had taught him how to use a toilet, for god's sake!

So, when the lady at the front desk told her the simple instructions to Ms. Summerfield's classroom she had honestly thought herself to be an intelligent, grown woman capable of finding her way.

By now, she vaguely remembered the directions Bulda—was that her name?—had given her.

"It's really easy hon," she had said. "Make two rights, one left and go into the classroom to the right of a purple snowflakes poster. You should be there in no time."

That had been _at least_ 40 minutes ago. She repeated the directions in her head another time—two rights, one left, purple snowflakes. Or was it two lefts, one right?

She rounded another corner and closed her eyes shut willing the damned, purple snowflake poster to appear.

It didn't.

Were the walls closing in or was that just her? She took a look at Olaf. He was practically jumping out of his shoes. It was just her.

She inwardly thanked her boy for not being the kind of kid to run off when his short amount of patience vanished, and for not being the type of kid to make comments about clammy hands. She was surprised she could still grab on to his little hand, as sweaty as her grip was.

Chewing her lip she looked around yet again, the walls were covered with poorly drawn pictures of trees and signs that wished onlookers a good day. She adjusted the collar of her dress shirt noting how the back of her neck was also coated with a layer of sweat. She would have to stop by the restroom before going to work—if she managed to find her way out of there, that is.

For the hundredth time that day she considered going back to Maine. _You could probably pull it off. You haven't even unpacked! Just turn around, bribe Olaf with an ice cream cone and a visit to the beach, drive to the house and—_

"Yoo Hoo! Hello dear, are you lost?"

She was shocked that she had not noticed the enormous man before her approach. He was so incredibly tall that she found herself almost having to look directly up to make eye contact. Her eyes traced along his blonde sideburns before finally settling on his blue eyes.

He tapped the pads of his fingers against each other and looked at her expectantly.

"Oh! Um. Yes, we – um—"

"My mommy and I can't find my classroom."

_Thanks Olaf._

"Right, we are looking for Ms. Summerfield's classroom. We have been unable to find it so far, would you mind taking us there?"

"Oh, yah! It's just around the corner, you see? Follow me please." He motioned them around the corner from which Elsa had come. "It's that one over there," he smiled as he pointed. "Next to the blue snowflakes poster, see?"

Blue. Blue snowflakes. She had spent the greater part of the last hour looking for _purple _snowflakes.

"I'm sorry, dear," the man said as he walked Elsa and Olaf to the door. "But I didn't catch your name, yah? I'm Mr. Oaken, the school social vorker"

"Oh, yes. My mistake. I'm Elsa and this is my son—"

"I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" Olaf chimed in from Elsa's side, excited already to be making a new friend.

"I haven't met anyone who doesn't like varm hugs," the man smiled down at Olaf before opening the door. "Yoo hoo! Ms. Summerfield, I have new student for you!"

Elsa and Olaf had been standing on their toes trying to look around Mr. Oaken's large body and into the classroom when he turned around smiling to urge them inside. They quickly stood up straight and resumed their previous positions and smiled back, Olaf much more openly than Elsa. "It's in here, yah? If you need anything I'll be in my office."

Elsa's eyes followed Mr. Oaken's retreating form until he rounded the corner, thinking it a bit odd that a man of his size could walk with a jump in his step. Odd and endearing.

She turned her gaze to the now fully opened classroom expecting to see total chaos and an older, bitter-looking woman shouting at the kids to sit down—or some other horrible scenario that would allow her to lift Olaf onto her hip and run out of there as soon as possible.

She was definitely not expecting to see a kind-looking, red-haired young woman crouching down next to a table of kids who looked to be Olaf's age. She was also not expecting her to be—did she dare say it?—attractive.

Maybe running out of the building was not such a bad idea.

Elsa watched as Ms. Summerfield stoop up from her current position, only now noticing the way the tables in the classroom were covered with insane amounts of glitter and feathers and other colorful papers of all kinds, before approaching them. She was already smiling and waving at them a bit too enthusiastically.

"Hi!" She said, crouching down to meet Olaf's eyes. "You must be Olaf!"

Olaf was blown away by the fact that his future teacher already knew this bit of information about him. He turned to look Elsa and she didn't think she had ever seen him this excited—in the last hour, at least. "Mommy, she knows my name" he said in a loud whisper. She couldn't help but smile, he was adorable.

Ms. Summerfield giggled, apparently sharing Elsa's thoughts, before rising to her feet and introducing Olaf to the rest of the classroom. "Everybody!" she announced, raising her hand while making a peace sign with her fingers. All of the kids in the room quickly followed. "This is Olaf, he will be joining you guys for the rest of the year."

Elsa stood back as Olaf was directed to his seat, having had to urge him on only once after he looked back at her with a bit of uncertainty in his eyes. Now that she didn't have his hand to hold she just held her right hand in her right, attempting to not look as nervous as she felt.

She noticed the ease with which Ms. Summerfield moved around her classroom and how she had quickly relieved Olaf's hesitation by gently rubbing circles in his back. She was shocked, to say the least, not because of the teacher's overly enthusiastic demeanor but because of her age. Coming into the room Elsa had noticed how young Ms. Summerfield looked, even younger than herself. While Elsa knew that being young did not mean that a person had to be bad with little kids—after all, she had been taking care of a baby at 19—she was still surprised at the complete control Ms. Summerfield had over the classroom filled with little people. From afar she could tell how much the kids liked her; how her silly faces and mannerisms elicited laughs from everyone around her, Olaf included; how their eyes grew with excitement and their bodies leaned in as they paid attention to every word she said—a hard task to accomplish given their age group.

Ms. Summerfield locked eyes with Elsa and smiled. Looking at Olaf once again she slid a piece of paper and some materials towards him. Getting up on her feet, she looked down at him once again and playfully ruffled his hair.

Elsa frowned, his hair had actually been manageable that day.

Before she even realized, Ms. Summerfield was a foot away from her. Elsa instinctively took a short step back, wanting to keep at least a little bit of her personal space. Ms. Summerfield's smile didn't falter. She watched as the friendly young woman before her fidgeted a little bit in her spot and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear before, at last, she opened her mouth.

"You must be Ms. Snowden, I'm Ms. Summerfield," she began. "but you can call me Anna—I mean, you don't have to call me Anna, you can just call me Ms. Summerfield if you want!—ahem. Just, whatever you feel most comfortable with, I guess" She extended her hand with the intention of shaking Elsa's when she realized it was covered in the feathers and glitter that had stuck to it when helping her students. She quickly wiped it off on her behind.

"Sorry about that" she said, a light blush spreading across freckled cheeks. "We had a last minute change of plans, I wanted to play a movie for the day—I knew Olaf was coming in today and I didn't want him to miss anything."

"I'm sure you didn't" Elsa smiled. Was that what she was doing with her mouth? That's what she had wanted to do, yet Ms. Summer—Anna didn't look too convinced. "Look" she quickly said, pointing behind the teacher at Olaf, trying to salvage the situation. "He looks like he's having fun already."

It was true, Olaf's shirt was partly covered in feathers and the front of his hair was sparkling with what Elsa could only assume was more glitter. When he noticed his mom was looking, he quickly lifted his paper above his head and eagerly pointed at the wild combination of colors on it while saying "Mommy, look at what I made."

Elsa waved and happy nodded at her boy, her eyebrows raised in amusement.

Anna turned back to look at her. "I am really sorry, though." She said and then quickly threw her hands in the air. "I mean—gah. I've been here for over a year now, and I can't get these stinky computer's to work—"

"My mommy knows a lot about computers" Olaf interrupted, not missing a beat.

Apparently he had been closer to them than what Elsa had originally thought.

"You do?" Anna said, her eyes once again wide with excitement. "Do you think you could possibly look at it and see if you get the movie going—I mean, I tried before but I'm just not good with technology and all. Oh, and I'm pretty sure the guy in charge of that hates me already."

"Well… um. I'm not really—" Elsa tried to decline, wanting to explain that yes, she was good at computers, but no, she was not the type of person who fixed them. Instead she frowned and took another step back. Stupid impulses.

"Oh, of course. I mean, I'm not forcing you to fix it—you really don't have to," she tucked her hair behind her ear, even though it had not moved from where she had last placed it. "We can have craft day, it's fine."

"I'll take a look at it," she said, surprising herself in the process. She cleared her throat and stood up straight, if she was going to attempt to have a life outside of her room she needed to start looking the part. Besides, how hard could it be to fix an elementary school computer? In any case, it was probably an extremely generic problem—at least she hoped it was. "Where's the-"

She found herself unable to finish her sentence as she was pulled further into the room by the redhead. Anna squealed in delight as she thanked her and quickly introduced her to the class on their way to the computer. Elsa felt herself grow nervous as she realized she was under the intense scrutiny of fifty tiny eyes. This _was_ like elementary school all over again.

_Get it together, Elsa. They are five years old._

"So can you?" Elsa quickly returned her gaze to Anna, only now realizing that Anna had been talking to her the whole time. Elsa now noticed the way Anna's posture had changed, she was bent over the desktop computer, her head turned as far back as possible in order to look at Elsa. She nodded quickly and watched as Anna smiled and turned her attention back to the screen.

Elsa stifled a giggle as she observed how a feather had nicely stuck to Anna's behind, surely from when the younger woman had wiped her hands earlier, and promptly flushed when she realized she was staring at the teacher's posterior. She rapidly turned her head to glance at Olaf. He was intently focused on trying to unglue a feather from his hand. Good, he hadn't noticed.

With a slight nod she approached the computer and sat down in the chair as Anna moved aside to allow her enough room to move. Though the space behind the desk was small as it was, she felt it reduced all the more as Anna leaned over her shoulder. Elsa gulped audibly at the sudden intrusion of her defined bubble. The teacher _really_ did not understand the concept of personal space.

"So, what's the problem again?" Elsa said as her head moved a fraction of a degree to the right, even then she felt her cheek graze a loose strand of hair from Anna's head.

"I don't know" Anna sighed, her breath providing Elsa's senses with a pleasantly familiar aroma. "Whenever I put the DVD in, it just shows a little disc with an hour glass—there! That one! But if you go to 'My Computer'—click it—it just tells you to insert the disk, see?"

Elsa hummed in agreement, she reinserted the disk to see if it worked that time. It didn't. She recalled learning about the interconnections between computer software and hardware, but that had been too long ago. Maybe if she—

Elsa smiled as the realization hit her. She couldn't remember learning about this particular problem in a class, but she did remember experiencing it herself. She recalled how she had struggled with a DVD of Little Einsteins for two hours straight as a year-old Olaf poked her and pulled at her skirt before losing interest and moving on to better things. She had eventually figured the solution—on her own, she might add—fixed it, and turned around in her chair just to find her baby sleeping next to his snowman.

At the time she had felt an immense guilt wash over her for being a terrible mother who neglected her only child, but she had made it up to him. They had watched Little Einsteins together for the rest of the day.

Elsa expertly opened the dialog box of the computer and typed in the command. She glanced at Anna and began explaining her work as she opened the Systems Properties dialog box, followed by the Device Manager tab, and proceeded to find the CD-ROM driver in order to reinstall it.

Once she had completed updating the driver, she closed down all of the windows she had opened, returned to the desktop and retried inserting the DVD. It worked.

She sat back the chair and turned to look at Anna, who by now had a combined expression of deep confusion and amazed wonder.

"Whoa," she finally said, locking eyes with Elsa. "I have no idea how you did that—or what you did, really—but that was quite something, Ms. Snowden"

"Elsa," she corrected, standing up once again. "You can just call me Elsa."

"Perfect! Then you can just call me Anna."

A nice silence settled between the two and for the first time that day, Elsa felt herself relax. She watched as Anna looked down, back at her and opened her mouth, clearly wanting to say something. She felt herself smile in anticipation as Anna—

Her phone rang startling the two, and a few kids in the classroom apparently. She dug through the bag she had forgotten about and fished out her phone. She frowned.

"Oh, is that from work" Anna inquired from where she was standing. "Yeah, I've probably held you for too long, right? You should get going—I'm not kicking out! Haha, no! You can stay here if you want to. I mean, we'll just be watching a movie now, thanks to you, of course"

By then Elsa was too distracted to pay much attention. Almost mechanically, she walked to the door, only stopping to give Olaf a peck in the cheek and remind him that she would be there as soon as school finished. She stopped in the doorway long enough to just be able to nod as Anna thanked her yet again for her help. She closed the door behind her and looked at her phone again.

That had been the fifth missed call from her father that day.

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A/N: I did it! I finally finished the chapter, you guys! Believe it or not, half of this was finished about a month ago. I was so set on posting this for you guys to show my appreciation for all of the wonderful reviews you wrote and the overwhelming amount of follows and favorites I received, and then I realized "Oh goodness, people are actually reading this!" which then turned into "Oh my goodness, some of my favorite authors are reading this!" which pushed me into some self-doubt and writer's block and just pure, inexcusable procrastination.

I'm really sorry. I truly am. I do hope you continue reading, however, and that you enjoyed the new installment to the story. I actually planned out most of the story by now, so chapters should be coming to you at a weekly basis, hopefully.

Oh, and shout out to **DanTheJogger93 **for jogging, of course, because I cannot find the motivation to do that.

And also for sending me the link for the headcanon for this story. I will shortly post it on my profile page, or somewhere. I haven't quite decided where.

Until next time, stay classy!

-Snitchhazel


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